Camp setup was complete, lunch was digesting, and Tamara led us back out for a bonus afternoon paddle. We were heading to a sandbar that we had just paddled over a couple hours earlier at high tide on the way to Cluff’s Cay. So we were backtracking a couple miles but it would all be … Continue reading Kayaking the Exumas: 2nd Annual, Day 3 Cont’d
The sleeping issues improved as I wasn’t as worried about the rising tides but it still wasn’t a restful night. Having said that, I still awoke refreshed and eager for my morning swim at dawn’s early light. Swim is a strong word, more like a lazy water stroll. Sharks are always on the mind as … Continue reading Kayaking the Exumas: 2nd Annual, Day 3
I watched the sun as it slowly rose over the “bush” (as they call it in the Bahamas) and it brought the air temperature up just enough to take a morning dip in the ocean, for more reasons than one. The water was dead calm and still a bit nippy but when ya gotta go, … Continue reading Kayaking the Exumas: 2nd Annual, Day 2
Somehow, someway, the weather gods heard my calls and sensed my fears. Those howling winds came to a screeching halt. All morning, my undivided attention was nowhere else but on the movement (or lack thereof) of the palm fronds surrounding my rental. Happy happy joy joy!!! But would it last??? Good lord I hoped so. … Continue reading Kayaking the Exumas: 2nd Annual, Day 1
Just like mothers forget how painful their deliveries are only to pop out another kid 12 months later, I apparently dismissed my own traumatizing experience on the final day of kayaking in the Exumas last year. Why and how is it possible that, just a couple days after that ridiculously windy day of paddling, nearly … Continue reading Kayaking the Exumas. Again.
Uno, dos, tres! We all jumped in and I couldn’t catch my breath even though I had yet to even kick my fin once. Squealing commences. Literally 20 feet in front of us is the most massive animal I’ve ever seen in my life, it’s body is perpendicular to me and at a 45 degree … Continue reading Isla Mujeres, Mexico: Swimming With Giants Part Dos
Where do I begin. Where do I even friggin begin. I’ve been avoiding this post because it’s just so difficult to convey the magic of an experience in writing. For me at least. But I’ll give it a shot, so here goes. As explained before, I’ve always fantasized about swimming with whale sharks and manta … Continue reading Isla Mujeres, Mexico: Swimming with Giants Part Uno
It was the final summer weekend for the locals before they return to work and school, so the island was extremely busy. Surprisingly, we didn’t see as many Americans as we expected. Not disappointing, just surprising. There are two main streets on the island in the Playa Norte (north beach) area that are lined with … Continue reading Isla Mujeres, Mexico: Ignorant Observations
It’s been over a decade since I have traveled to a country whose native language is not some form of English. So this would be an interesting experiment to test both my language skills and my patience. It’s one thing to visit another country, but it takes it to a whole new level when you … Continue reading Isla Mujeres, Mexico: Comin’ in hot.
Guilty. <waiving hand in air> I’m guilty of it. I’m guilty of thinking (saying) “that’s a dream of mine!” but yet have no plan and take no action towards physically making that dream come true. Until now. As a young girl, I was enamored by all things underwater. I dreamt of being a dolphin trainer … Continue reading Isla Mujeres, Mexico: Swimming With Giants